Richard Foreman on 9/11

Richard Foreman.

Apropos of yesterday’s post, Jonathan Kalb’s Hot Review recently posted the entirety of an 12 October 2001 interview with Richard Foreman, portions of which first ran in a 2002 issue of Theater magazine. In “Genuine Illusions of Our Times,” Foreman speaks at length about the events of 9/11 and their possible impact on art — both his own and others’. In the days after the World Trade Center event, there were several combative comments about the disaster from artists such as Karlheinz Stockhausen (“What happened there is … the biggest work of art there has ever been. The fact that spirits achieve with one act something which we in music could never dream of, that people practise ten years madly, fanatically for a concert. And then die. And that is the greatest work of art that exists for the whole Cosmos”) and Dario Fo. Foreman is somewhat more thoughtful.

The interviewer was Magda Romanska; a few excerpts from that interview below. I discussed some of Foreman’s post-2001 work here.


In an interview with Arthur Bartow you said of yourself that you are American to the soul, and that “American culture is adolescent culture. I feel that I’m an adolescent.” On your return from Europe, you said: “I have to come back and work out of the dumb, naïve openness that is a great strength of America, but which is very hard for me to accept.” Many critics suggest that September 11th marks the end of American innocence, that, in the words of one journalist “America’s sheltered life comes to an end.” Will American culture still be an adolescent culture? If it is so, what kind of adolescent culture will it be? And how do you think your adolescence will fit into it?

Okay. We ask, “Is this the end of American innocence? Did America¹s sheltered life come to its end?” I don’t think so. I think American pragmatism will persist, still wearing the blinders of a “bottom line” mentality unable to assimilate the nuances necessary to adult acceptance of a world of ambiguity and internal contradiction. I am totally sympathetic to the vast majority of Americans who are horrified by this event and want to do something about it, but that suggests no transcendence of adolescence. Americans are upset. Americans are talking about how it is going to be a different country from now on. But there have been previous traumas in America, and somehow we manage to absorb them — on a deep level they are forgotten. And I think that one adolescent aspect of the culture is the very asking of questions such as, “Will this change America forever?” The question is premature — an adolescent hunger for an immediate “fix” rather than an adult realization that we are forever and always in a state of insecure flux.

My question was more along the line of comparison between the European culture which was affected so much by its historical …

Well, since we’ve taken over the world, we’ve inherited the colonial empires of European cultures (through the Military Industrial Complex of which Eisenhower warned). We are the power — and power is ALWAYS corrupt and blind. And at this point, having done their own dirty work in the past — I think European cultures have, perhaps, a more mature understanding of what’s going on vis-à-vis those cultures. Not that we don’t have equally informed intellectuals and scholars in our “ivory tower” universities. But these mature minds are perhaps “able to understand” precisely because they have no real power. Those in power are always and forever (excepting occasional miracles) blind to the ways in which they themselves create situations which must give rise to evil people doing evil things. Such is the sad tragedy of life on this planet

***

Some commentators say we have reached the end of irony (and what follows, the end of comedy and laughter). Do you agree with this view? If not, what comedies will American playwrights write about September 11th? What role will laughter play in your theater?

As I respond to all these questions I feel a certain frustration building. Because if I somehow manage to be a courageous, strong person (laughs), well — I don’t think any of this should have any effect on either me or my work. I think there still should be irony in my theater. At rehearsals we have been making jokes amongst ourselves — black humor of the most intense variety — and I think that’s a healthy response. I think that my plays will continue to reflect my feeling that, alienated in the very midst of our society — I don’t “belong.” And since that alienation is the deep source of my artistic energy, when some outside force appears and performs some evil upon us, and we respond “as a group” — that only reinforces my sense that I do not belong. Now, people might say, “Ah, you do belong in spite of yourself, because you share the feelings of fear and upset with all your fellow Americans.” Well, not really. Because the event was so gigantic — of course, there is going to be a momentary emotional bond vis-à-vis that horrific event. But the minute I take the first step away from that event — deeper into thinking about that event or analyzing that event, immediately I again realize that my take on it, after the initial psychic and psychological shock, is different from many other people in my society. So, I still feel like I don’t belong, even if in a partial sense I do. But isn’t this the inevitable position of the artist?

***

Most theater (which I reject) in some way or other spotlights our daily passions and concerns in order to make us feel that such normal involvement and commitment to the things of our life are indeed the “most important matters at hand.” But the art I am hungry for (perhaps this has been the role of the avant-garde) manages to imply that everything that seems important in our lives is merely “chatter.” Life itself simply makes use of our passions and commitments, so that something else, some other energy or rhythm, rolls on regardless of our plans and belief systems — most of the time even outside our conscious awareness. But this “radical” kind of art, through style and tone, gives a glimpse or intuition of that “totally other” realm — producing the aesthetic/ecstatic response — a brief flash of lightning. It’s for this reason that I believe, finally, that the “event” — horrible and inescapable — is yet strangely irrelevant to the always secret life of art, which is not really tuned to our daily turmoil, but merely uses that turmoil as the self-hypnotizing chatter — the potential fertilizer — of an evolution we can only intuit.

Other places: The New York Times, Foreman, and Churchill

A still from Richard Foreman's film "Once Every Day."

A still from Richard Foreman’s film Once Every Day.

Some New Yorkers will gather around their Sunday New York Times Arts & Leisure section this weekend to tick off items in the new season preview of upcoming theatre productions, a somewhat dismaying crop this year. Along with the second Broadway revival of Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? in the last ten years (I suppose they’re going to keep trying until they get it right), there is the usual lineup of Bright Young Things, a few Mamets, Neil LaBute downtown — and of course quirky dysfunctional family dramedies with sidelong glances to our bitter political times. My own copy of the Times will remain relatively unticked. It makes me want to hitch up my pants and do an Adorno on it, but there are better things to do.

Conspicuously absent from the Times listings is the return of Richard Foreman to the Public Theater stage next April with Old-Fashioned Prostitutes (A True Romance). April is a long time away; for those who can’t wait, the New York Film Festival will unveil Richard’s new feature film, Once Every Day, at the Walter Reade Theatre on 6 October. His first film since 1981′s Strong Medicine, Once Every Day “zeroes in on a group of 25 people acting out a series of semi-ritualistic behavior patterns. But their eccentric impulses are aborted in unpredictable ways with each attempt at action or development,” according to the NYFF’s Web page for the film. More information is available there.

The season has gotten underway in London too, with a few bangs louder than those to be found here. Along with Howard Barker’s Scenes from an Execution at the National, first up are two new plays by Caryl Churchill, Love and Information, which began previews at the Royal Court yesterday prior to a 14 September opening, and Ding Dong the Wicked, a short play scheduled at the Royal Court for October. On the occasion of these premieres, April de Angelis has prepared an essay about Churchill’s entire career for the Guardian today (and I note my gratitude for the link to my own short note on Churchill’s first play, Owners, from the post, whether it was de Angelis or a savvy Guardian sub responsible for it). The Royal Court’s trailer for Love and Information is today’s video:

Eugene O’Neill: The Emperor Jones (1920)

Charles Gilpin in the Provincetown Playhouse production of The Emperor Jones.

Charles Gilpin in the Provincetown Playhouse production of The Emperor Jones.

Text: Eugene O’Neill, Early Plays, edited by Jeffrey H. Richards; New York: Penguin Books, 2001, pp. 265-292.

Race, power, greed, and empire are the central themes of Eugene O’Neill’s first great Expressionist play and perhaps the first great American play The Emperor Jones (O’Neill characterized it as a tragedy), which premiered at the Provincetown Playhouse under the direction of George Cram Cook on November 1, 1920, with Charles Gilpin in the lead role. A month later the production headed north to Broadway, where it found a home at the Selwyn and Princess Theatres.

Whether or not one agrees with Travis Bogard’s assessment of The Emperor Jones that “Not only the literate American drama, but the American theatre came of age with this play,” it suggested the thematic contours of a native American drama which remain with us today. The play was a landmark in several other ways as well, not least in its featuring a person of color in a lead role in a serious American play on Broadway for the first time. As its themes suggest, this may have been the first explicitly political American play (“The action of the play takes place on an island in the West Indies as yet not self-determined by White Marines,” O’Neill writes in a headnote), but its expressionist mode permits it to seek the universal in the local, the metaphysical in the real. Its aesthetic and political radicalism has guaranteed its continuing relevance; it is still frequently revived.

Brutus Jones is a former Pullman Porter who, after a murder and a prison escape, has lucked his way into the leadership of a small West Indian island; he then, with the help of a Cockney trader, seeks to plunder the island and its inhabitants for all they’re worth. “Ain’t I the Emperor? De laws don’t go for him,” he tells Smithers in the play’s first scene:

Dere’s little stealin’ like you does, and dere’s big stealin’ like I does. For de little stealin’ dey gits you in jail soon or late. For de big stealin’ dey makes you Emperor and puts you in de Hall o’ Fame when you croaks. If day’s one thing I learns in ten years on the Pullman ca’s listenin’ to de white quality talk, it’s dat same fact. And when I gits a chance to use it I winds up Emperor in two years.

As Jones lucks into his position, America has lucked into its position as a colonialist empire-builder; and like America, Jones has developed a sense of immunity from harm. As he seeks to escape from the island’s rebel forces, he plunges deep into a forest that separates him from a French gunboat on the island’s coastline. There he experiences a Conradian journey into a heart of human darkness; progressing through the forest, he regresses through his personal and racial history, through the murders he committed through the experience of slavery through the journey in a slaveship from Africa to America and finally to the nameless metaphysical fear that haunts the human race. By the end of the play, he has come full circle — when the rebels search for him, they find him not far from where he’d entered the forest the night before.

This is certainly among the most abstract and theatrical of O’Neill’s plays, and among the least literary: scenography, costume, music, and dumbshow bear just as heavy a narrative and expressive burden as the language (in his path through the forest, Jones gradually loses his ceremonial, ostentatious uniform — the symbol of his power and pride — as he progresses through the past, for example). But in marrying an expressionist dramaturgy which seeks universals in the particular case to the American political and social issue of race, O’Neill tempted and arguably succumbed to a form of condescending racial essentialism not unlike the risks that The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn and Uncle Tom’s Cabin invited. “To be mounted today,” Jeffrey Richards writes, “the play would … need to be staged in such a way that audiences did not interpret Jones’s behavior as racially essentialist.” He continues:

This could be done by stressing the reverse history of Africans in America that the middle scenes provide. Brutus Jones envisions not only his own violent history but the history of violence against his ancestors. In those scenes, O’Neill shows awareness that Jones’s behavior is as much culturally conditioned as it is the product of some atavistic yearning for or fear of the jungle. … Obviously informed by Jung’s concept of racial memory, Emperor Jones both reaches for a new expression of psychological torment and exploits comfortable (to whites) if demeaning (to blacks) stereotypes of the theater. As a play, it brings new resonances to the theater, but all too painfully carries in its belly the carcass of a discarded and hurtful concept of race. (xxxix)

Indeed, Charles Gilpin, who created the role of Brutus Jones in the first production, recognized the smell of this carcass. When he began to object to the depiction of black Americans in the play and especially the use of the epithet “nigger,” O’Neill had him replaced with Paul Robeson, with whom the role has been identified since.

The Emperor Jones has continued to stimulate debate about racial stereotyping in American theatre practice even as it has demonstrated its enduring relevance as the American empire itself decays, not least in Elizabeth LeCompte’s controversial Wooster Group production which starred Kate Valk (certainly one of the most memorable and accomplished Brutus Joneses of recent years). But America is engaged itself in a continuing journey to a heart of darkness which includes its own Civil War, its expansionist and mercantile ambitions of the early 20th century, Vietnam, Iraq and the Middle East; in the post-9/11 era, O’Neill’s plays retain their power as uniquely American dramatic expressions more than those of any other American playwright, even a hundred years after their premieres.

An online version of the text of The Emperor Jones can be found here, and other material of interest can be found here. For more on O’Neill’s position as an American political tragedian, read John Patrick Diggins’ fine Eugene O’Neill’s America: Desire Under Democracy. I wrote about O’Neill’s first tentative attempts at an expressionist form in Beyond the Horizon here.

From the archives: Revolting

About a year ago I published the below notes on theatre and revolution; I take this opportunity as well to recommend the new edition of Georg Büchner’s work from W.W. Norton, published in April 2012 and likely to become the standard source. Along with the texts of all of Büchner’s major drama and prose, it also includes an excellent selection of primary and secondary source material with commentary from Bertolt Brecht, John Houseman, Thomas Bernhard, and Rainer Maria Rilke, as well as the texts of four Georg Büchner Prize talks by Paul Celan, Christa Wolf, Heiner Müller, and Durs Grünbein. At $15.00, it’s easy to recommend.


Occupy Wall Street protestors march up Wall Street towards the New York Stock Exchange on 26 September. Photo: AP Photo/Louis Lanzano.

UPDATE, 21 October: If you’re coming here by way of the Guardian, you may wish to access the eight posts via this convenient list:

The introduction follows below.


The Occupy Wall Street protestors have now issued a laundry list of grievances and demands (this just before 700 of them were arrested trying to cross the Brooklyn Bridge by foot yesterday, according to the Web site maintained by the group). It is clear that the action is not yet over, but it is by no means clear what the future will bring. My own personal reaction to all this aside, the occupation does have obvious parallels with 1960s actions like the Pentagon protest of 1967 — I’m old enough to remember some of the coverage of these protests, but reaching a conclusion about the efficacy of these protests is impossible. So one will wait and see.

My own bailiwick is drama and the theatre, and one of the essential critical documents of the 1960s theatre is Robert Brustein’s The Theatre of Revolt, published in 1964 by Little, Brown & Company, back when major publishing houses thought that such things as idiosyncratic general surveys of modern world drama deserved dissemination among a general readership. At the time of its publication, Brustein was an academic, just a few years away from founding the Yale Repertory Theatre, which in the 1960s and 1970s was among the most provocative university theatres in the United States; his stewardship of this theatre paralleled a dynamic period of public revolt on university campuses and in the urban streets. [1] The Theatre of Revolt itself is a document of criticism and not as much a political meditation as Brustein’s later books such as Revolution as Theatre: Notes on the New Radical Style (1971). And it bears re-reading, even now.

But the discourse underlying contemporary public protest has changed. And because theatre and drama can be forms of contemporary public protest themselves, this discourse is of considerable interest. Some books, such as Dan Rebellato’s Theatre and Globalization, have rigorously examined at least some of the outlines of this discourse. At 112 pages, though, this book must describe wider outlines of the concern rather than individual dramatists.

Unlike Brustein’s 1964 book. “The purposes of this book are threefold,” he wrote in the foreword: “To examine the development of a single consuming idea or attitude in eight modern playwrights; to analyze the work of these writers in depth; and to suggest an approach to modern drama as a whole.” Most of the eight playwrights that Brustein selects — Ibsen, Strindberg, Chekhov, Shaw, Brecht, Pirandello, O’Neill, and Genet (along with Artaud) — flourished in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries in a theatre culture which by 1964 had largely disappeared. Ibsen, Strindberg and Chekhov revolted against a stultified Victorian-era drawing room realism; Shaw, Brecht and Pirandello against Ibsen, Strindberg and Chekhov; O’Neill against the ameliorist American stage; and Genet against just about everything. This is a vast oversimplification, but a useful one in following Brustein’s argument. In the first chapter of the book, Brustein traces the source of this revolt to the Romantic period, spiced significantly by Nietzsche’s philosophy. This neo-Romantic revolution placed the individual rebel at the center of the stage during a period of catastrophe. “If the theatre of communion climaxes with a sense of spiritual disintegration, the theatre of revolt begins with this sense, inheriting from the Western tradition a continuity of decay in an advanced stage,” Brustein writes. “Similarly, if the theatre of communion incorporated fearful visions and agonizing prophecies, these have all been realized in the theatre of revolt. Lear’s eloquent madness has degenerated into the insane babbling of Ibsen’s Oswald; Leontes’s momentary jealousy has become the pathological obsession of Strindberg’s Father … the melancholy of Hamlet quickens into the painful anguish of Pirandello and the black despair of O’Neill; Iago’s half-world becomes the whole world of Jean Genet. No and nothing and never — Lear’s repeated negatives — are now the modern dramatist’s vocabulary of refusal, as he labors to cast off his legacy of dissolution. … The theatre of revolt, then, is the temple of a priest without a God, without an orthodoxy, without even much of a congregation, who conducts his service within the hideous architecture of the absurd. … Instead of myths of communion, he offers myths of dispersal; instead of consoling sermons, painful demands; instead of a liturgy of acceptance, a liturgy of complaint.”  [2]

Brustein’s own neo-Romantic vocabulary still describes an alternative to contemporary theatre, which continues to offer myths of communion, consoling sermons, and liturgies of acceptance, at least on American stages. But The Theatre of Revolt emerged from a different period of history. If one were to describe a theoretical Theatre of Revolt now, it would require a different perspective, a different set of cultural and philosophical assumptions; a great deal of historical water has flowed under the bridge.

One of the things that is immediately clear is that the neo-Romantic individual rebel, standing and saying no to the corrupt world surrounding him, would not stand a chance because the very idea of the individual, and the efficacy of any revolutionary political action, is more problematic than ever before, and became so long before the Postmodernists wiped him from the map. While Romanticism validated the individual identity, Modernism dissected it (literally, in the case of Brecht’s Man Equals Man and more recently Martin Crimp’s Attempts on Her Life). As the poetry of Pound and Eliot and the prose of Joyce exemplified, the individual is protean and fragmented, not integrated, and the deity of Nature in the urban environment is as absent as the deity of the personal God. Instead of the impersonal storm at sea, the individual faces the impersonal monolith of the city, self-aware that he is as much a product of it as an antagonist to it. Earlier, in his 1946 The Playwright as Thinker, Eric Bentley proposed that Ibsen and Wagner exemplified the two streams of modern drama in the late nineteenth-century, reacting to late Victorian culture in their work. But there the integrity of the individual was conceived as a certainty — now, that integrity is no longer an a priori given. (Indeed, the protestors at Zuccotti Park — renamed “Liberty Square” for the occupation — have assiduously attempted to prevent the rise of individual leaders of the movement and speak and act as a collective. It is the collective that operates, not the individuals in it.)

That was before the Modernist conception of man, influenced by the work of Marx and Freud even more than Nietzsche, infused theatre and drama with its ambivalent perspective on politics, social change, and the individual himself. The shaping of the personality by the forces of ownership and labor, as well as the irrationality that lay at the heart of human consciousness, invalidated the integrity of the individual consciousness even as it opened new possibilities for personal and social experience. The Romantic portrait of the individual rebel was shattered — it was left to Modernism to examine the shards, shards which were exhibited in The Waste Land, the Cantos and Ulysses (to say nothing of Finnegans Wake). By the time these works were published, however, several of Brustein’s dramatists were long dead, and a few more were dying. And the Second World War, with its Hiroshimas and Auschwitzes, extending the technological devastation of the First World War on a massive scale, were still to come.

The philosophical foundation for a contemporary Theatre of Revolt would also be different. The possibility of the emergence of a conceptual Nietzschean Übermensch has become ever more distant, and it is of particular interest that his philosophy plays a lesser role in contemporary drama than those of Marx (whom Brecht systematically studied early in his career), Schopenhauer (whom Beckett systematically studied early in his career), and Freud. The Wille zur Macht is an ambivalent chimera, a hopeless hope, in the context of mass media and mass culture which assimilates protest into Culture Industry titillation. Finally, it is this mass media and mass culture, disseminated through electronic media, that differentiates the period of Brustein’s criticism from that of the present day, accompanied by the rise of a post-industrial capitalism that has seen the alternative of socialism and communism fall by the wayside as a valid oppositional ideology.

If one were to rashly presume to reconceive Brustein’s seminal work fifty years later, which eight playwrights might stand as examples of this changed dramatic landscape? “I should declare that my selection was guided partly by principle, partly by prejudice,” Brustein says of his selection. “I believe these eight dramatists to be the finest, most enduring writers in the field; and I was determined not to include any playwright who would not be read fifty years hence.” I will take the same guidelines for my own selection, and keep the field, as Brustein does, to eight, even though in the end arguments could be made to limit the field to two, or widen it to twenty. It is an arbitrary number, but for the sake of consistency and parallelism, let it be eight. I will list them here in the coming days, with brief explanations for my selection; others would no doubt offer different dramatists with just as valid a claim to inclusion.

On the Internet, to borrow a phrase, of the making of lists there is no end. But I will resist the temptation to make this as foolish and ultimately useless a project as, say, Anthony Tommasini’s list of the Ten Greatest Composers of All Time — that’s cocktail-party talk masquerading as criticism. I make no claim that these are somehow the greatest, or the most influential, or the most important, only that they share traits that exhibit the sense of revolt that Brustein describes, but for our own time. I don’t mean to impugn Brustein’s criticism with the charge of archaism — in fact, many of the dramatists I’ve selected share most eloquently in that sense of “existential revolt” that Brustein describes as “the final phase” of his own thesis:

In the last stage of the modern drama, existential revolt, the dramatist examines the metaphysical life of man and protests against it; existence itself becomes the source of his rebellion. The drama of existential revolt is a mode of the utmost restriction, a cry of anguish over the insufferable state of being human. [3]

Indeed, I hope that I extend rather than contradict Brustein’s thesis. If I don’t have the time to write this book myself, it may anyway provide a useful path for others.

Footnotes
  1. Brustein wrote an excellent memoir of this period in 1981, Making Scenes, which along with Peter Hall’s Diaries details the politics and personalities involved in the making of a large institutional theatre like Yale’s or, indeed, London’s National Theatre. Both are worthwhile reading for anyone interested in the comparison of American and British theatre cultures and the means by which they are expressed in non-commercial theatre. []
  2. Robert Brustein, The Theatre of Revolt: An Approach to the Modern Drama. Boston: Little Brown and Company, 1964, p. 6. []
  3. Brustein, p. 26. []

A “Kickstart” for Richard Foreman’s Old-Fashioned Prostitutes

Richard Foreman.

Richard Foreman is asking for your help.

Though Foreman’s new play Old-Fashioned Prostitutes (A True Romance) is due to open at the Public Theater next year, his Ontological-Hysteric Theater will be developing the play itself in a collaborative effort with four performers at the Baryshnikov Art Center next month, to culminate in two invitation-only workshop performances. Per the project description:

Mr. Foreman will use 45 pages of written, melancholic scenes treating unrequited love, side by side with another 45 pages of more abstract, surreal material. In rehearsal, Foreman will experiment with different ways of folding the additional material into the body of the main text, disrupting and coloring it in productive ways. The texts will specifically not be combined prior to rehearsal so that the actors in the moment will create a combinatory effect of text upon text.

As the Kickstarter page for the project notes, “The Ontological-Hysteric Theater is seeking donations to help fund this residency. BAC is generously donating the space, but that does not include many expenses including actor’s fees and production costs.”

Foreman hopes to raise $7,500 over the next 28 days in support of the project, and there are a variety of premiums available. You may make your donations here; below, Foreman describes how his working method will change for this production.